[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Now that it was determined that the Jones family's cases were handled by his housekeeper, Lydia began to recall the information of this "diligent" housekeeper.

Generally speaking, the housekeepers of wealthy families are deeply trusted by their masters.

Some of them are hereditary steward positions, that is, the father of the steward teaches his sons for loyalty; Of course people are capable, but trust takes time...

Anyway, there are many sources of housekeepers, and they have a lot of power in powerful families. After all, they are the heads of servants, and they will share all kinds of worries for the master. Who will let the housekeeper take care of all aspects of the family?

The housekeeper of the Jones family is a very young man in his 20s. According to Lydia's memory, he should have taken over the post of housekeeper from his father.

That is to say, this housekeeper named George Robert was brought up by Jones' parents when he was a child, and should be the most trusted source - hereditary.

However, it was this trusted butler who conveniently poisoned the eldest son of the Jones family and almost poisoned Mrs. Jones.

While thinking, Lydia suddenly felt something was wrong, and frowned at Sherlock.

"If he did it, why did he inform us that something was wrong with Mrs Jones before she died?"

Lydia clearly remembered that she and Sherlock were waiting to see Mrs. Jones in the living room of Jones' home.They waited for a long time in vain, but the butler hurried over to tell them that something was wrong with Mrs. Jones, and the door was locked, and asked them to think of a way.

If the housekeeper poisoned and murdered, why didn't he just let Mrs. Jones die, why bother.

"If everything he does is for the second son of the Jones family, then as long as the eldest son dies, the life and death of the Joneses will not change the identity of the new heir, not to mention that Mr. Jones who went to sea is still fine, and a half-dead Mrs. Jones What's the difference between that and a really dead Mrs Jones."

Sherlock looked at Lydia with the eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children, which almost made Lydia blow up.

Lydia wanted to blow up her hair.Helplessly, she was waiting for Sherlock to explain her doubts. In order to know the whole story, she could only hold back her breath for the time being.

"After all, how did you determine that the murderer was the housekeeper?"

"He admitted it himself, in order to prove the innocence of Mr Jones Jr."

Sherlock looked at Lydia, who wanted to get angry but didn't dare to get angry, and slowly smiled.

Lydia looked at Sherlock's obvious smile, and felt that this person looked really happy, but a little disgusting!She bears it!

"and then?"

Lydia didn't look at Sherlock's rare but dazzling smile at this moment, waiting for Sherlock to explain what was going on.

"Then the butler committed suicide."

Sherlock continued to laugh, just because of Lydia's expression, like a child holding a broccoli he didn't like and looking at his beloved steak eagerly. For the steak, he was stuffing broccoli into his stomach.

Lydia decided that she couldn't bear it anymore, and she couldn't bear it anymore, she just stared at Sherlock, gave him a half-smile expression, and spoke with the taste of grinding her teeth.

"Honey, can you make it simpler?"

"I will improve next time and try to be more concise."

Sherlock continued to tease Lydia without fear of death.

Lydia saw that neither her "swallowing her voice" nor "glaring at her anger" had any effect on pressing questions, so she got up angrily, and she didn't plan to deal with the big detective.

"I'll find out by myself. Anyway, I don't expect the great detective to tell a good story."

Seeing that this was too much, Sherlock quickly got up and grabbed Lydia.

"Then you can train my ability to tell stories."

Lydia didn't break free, but approached Sherlock with a soft and pleasant voice, but what she said meant a straight-forward rejection.

"Not interested in!"

Sherlock maintained the posture of holding Lydia, but he didn't know what to say.

Lydia kept a breathable distance from Sherlock, and looked sideways at Sherlock who was speaking in the organization.

In Lydia's eyes, Sherlock hesitated for a little while, and finally came up with another reason to keep him.

"Lydia, you haven't finished your pudding yet."

"I can't eat anymore!"

Lydia's answer was still refusal, and the corners of her lips, which were no longer pursed, almost turned up. Fortunately, she didn't really laugh because of the big detective's clumsy excuse. She had to keep in mind that she was still angry.

Lydia barely held back her angry state.

At this moment, Sherlock, who was a little confused, could only see the flames in Lydia's dark green eyes, which seemed to reflect the candlelight in the room, as if Lydia's anger.

Sherlock let go of Lydia's hand, and hugged Lydia who was standing in front of him with his back. Because of the flames in her eyes, the temperature in the room rose, otherwise how could he feel hot.

Of course, the rise in temperature is definitely an illusion of the sharp and objective detective. After all, it is winter in London. Even with the fireplace, the temperature in the room is not cold.

"Sherlock, you have nothing to say to me, so you can only do it?"

Lydia was hugged by Sherlock, and if she didn't come, she was just angry and her mood improved. She suppressed the corner of her mouth that was about to rise again, and Lydia deliberately still used a dissatisfied tone.

It's just that no matter how you listen to this tone, you don't want to be angry like a baby.

"Yeah, I've never been able to tell you, so I can only do it."

Sherlock also admitted it very straightforwardly. The many candles in the house allowed Sherlock to see Lydia's face clearly, especially her flowing green eyes, which were beautiful and moving.

She was obviously blocked by Sherlock, but Lydia's mood soared, and she simply leaned into Sherlock's arms comfortably, and felt a little tired looking up at Sherlock's neck from this angle.

Lydia withdrew her gaze from Sherlock, leaned her head on his chest, and the corner of Lydia's mouth raised an arc.

"Isn't it good to chat with me? You are so bad at chatting, I'm the one who feels tired talking to you, and I don't stop talking to you."

"very tired?"

Sherlock, who couldn't see Lydia's expression clearly at this time, took it seriously. He supported Lydia's shoulders to make her stand upright, then stared at her face, observing her complexion.

"Well, I've been so tired of thinking about you for the past two days..."

After acting coquettishly, Lydia released her ultimate move.

Sherlock accepted the move somewhat dumbfounded.

"I'll take it seriously, but even if I think I'm going to be tired, I have to think about it!"

Saying that, Sherlock, who was obviously in a state of joy, pushed Lydia back into his arms.

"Come to me when you are tired, and then I will borrow you to rest."

..............................

Here the couples are going from noisy to sweet and full of pink, and over there Mrs. Smith is staring at the half-grown boy.

The two parties have agreed that if Mrs. Smith enters the Duchess's study, the boy will tell Mrs. Smith the purpose of his coming.

Now waiting for Mrs. Smith to make a move, she stood in front of the closed study door under the gaze of the young Duke of Norfolk.

Looking back at the boy, Mrs. Smith reminded him before acting.

"Okay."

From the boy's perspective, he only saw the lady whose name he didn't know walked directly to the door of the study room, and the person with his back to him pushed the door gently, and the door of the study room opened directly!

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy stared round his eyes, making him look even more immature.

The low and hoarse voice of the teenager was trembling, and he was asking Mrs. Smith inconceivably, and he was also asking about his own eyes.

"You... how did you do it?"

"That's my secret."

Mrs. Smith smiled. Her back was facing the boy, so he didn't see her. No wonder he was so surprised. Of course, if he saw Mrs. Smith's little movements, he might be even more surprised.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

The boy curled his lips and gave up asking.

Under Mrs. Smith's calm gaze, the boy realized that he had to explain the purpose of coming here, and he swallowed before opening his mouth.

"I... I'm here to try my luck, to see if I can sneak in."

Mrs. Smith saw that he was telling the truth, though a vague one.

She also saw the boy's uneasiness, so she nodded kindly to the boy, then naturally turned away to look into his eyes, and walked into the study.

Mrs. Smith walked ahead, and she was worried that there would still be the Duchess in the study.

Fortunately, no, the study door is a normal study layout, nothing special, and there are no traces of traps.

It may be that the Duchess felt that no one would be able to break in here, or she was confident in the protection of her mansion. Anyway, the safe interior of the study saved Mrs. Smith a lot of trouble.

The boy hesitated at the door of the study for a moment, finally took a deep breath, and then followed Mrs. Smith with his small chest out.

Mrs. Smith moved quickly, and she had already opened the Duchess's safe silently, and was looking at the inside of the multi-layered safe.

Seeing this, the boy's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned over and squatted in front of the safe with Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith reached for a jewelry box on the top shelf and opened it.

It is a whole set of neatly placed jewelry, the most dazzling is the huge ruby ​​inlaid on the necklace, the fiery red color almost illuminates the eyes of those who look at it.

Mrs. Smith was just astonished for a moment and planned to close the lid and put it back, but the boy stopped her.